5.10.16

My little witchling 's first day at school. You see, I had plans. She wouldn't attend for another year. She would be with me for another year. But she wanted it so much! She kept asking for it. And when I left her she did not even look back. She found a friend she made yesterday and held her hand. And I cried my eyes out! Should n't it be the other way around, me telling her to go and her crying?
I am worried sick. I had all these things on my mind that could go wrong. The teachers having too many children to watch over, sick kids that would cough on her, hygiene issues in the toilet and the kitchen, and intolerance issues since she would be one of the few non Christian children if not the only one. And my worst thought of all, aggressive children that would come after her. She is so mellow, and caring. She grows up listening to classical music and petting her beloved cats. She has only been in contact with an aggressive child from our neighborhood a couple of times and I have always been there to protect her. The first time he came at her, she was so surprised and scared.
So, yesterday we visited schools and we found a brand new one, that had just opened its doors. That only has two more students and a whole set of teachers. That everything is clean and pretty. That they don't mind the crazy helicopter mom visiting whenever she feels like it. That she loved and was so excited to go that she kept waking up during the night to see if it's morning yet. But that's alright I was awake all night worrying and kept wishing she'd wake up more so I can be with her.

And now I miss her so much and it's only been an hour, three more to go!
I made her chocolate pudding for when she returns and I am tidying up her room next! This should take a while!